Spazz Out
Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics

I can be real nice, or I can be real mean
I have a range of personalities and can be kind or harsh

I can get down and dirty, or I could be real clean
I can go to extremes to fit in, blending with both the dirty and the clean

I can get real quiet, or I could be real loud
I have the ability to choose between being reserved or very vocal

Might just walk inside the club and just spazz out
I may go crazy and get out of control in the club

Bitches errywhere when I spazz out
I attract plenty of women when I lose control

Bottles here and there when I spazz out
I tend to order and consume lots of alcohol when I'm out of control

Money everywhere when I spazz out
I spend recklessly when I'm not in control of myself

Then I passed out
I eventually lose consciousness after my wild behavior

Seven chains on me (Flex! )
I wear seven chains to show off my wealth

I could be Mr. T (Flex! )
I can be like the famous actor and wrestler Mr. T, who often wore excessive amounts of gold jewelry

My boys got no limit
My associates and I have no boundaries when it comes to our actions

I could be Master P (Flocka! )
I can take on the persona of the rapper Master P, known for his extravagant spending and flamboyant nature

I'm so fuckin' G (Uh! )
I'm a gangster who exudes confidence and fearlessness

Bitches after me (Flocka! )
Women are attracted to my gangster persona

Paparazzi flashin' cameras, they all over me (Flocka! )
The media is obsessed with me and my wild behavior

I could be drinkin' brown (What else?)
I can drink brown liquor like whiskey

I could be drinkin' white (Oh, what?)
I can drink clear liquor like vodka

Bottom triple cup, drinkin' mud plus ice
I drink a lot, mixing alcohol and ice in a bottom triple cup

Shawty, don't lose your life
Hey girl, don't die or get hurt because of my wild behavior

Choose your words right
Make sure you speak to me correctly or there may be consequences

You could be in the ground with worms, niggas and ground mice
If you speak to me incorrectly, you could end up dead like those buried in the ground

These days I look at everything sideways
I'm suspicious of everything and everyone around me

Custom street? got them broads lookin' my way
My custom car modifications attract the attention of women

They know Chill Will all about his dividends
People know that I'm all about making money

Swag president, drug evidence
I'm the leader of coolness and people know I'm involved with drugs

I'm a computer with this now, call me Dow Jones
I'm very good at calculating my profits, like the Dow Jones industrial average

When I compute her with your headlight in my zone
When I'm talking to a woman, I'm not paying attention to anyone else

I done seen some things, touched some things you've never touched
I've experienced some things you haven't

I can roll the dice, hit numbers you ain't never bought
I can get lucky and win at things you have no experience in

I ain't choose the game, the game chose me
I didn't choose a life of crime and drugs, it was the only option I had

So, I been playin' in the game since I was three feet
I've known only this game since I was a child

My girl wash my clothes, and O's fallin' out my jeans
My girlfriend does my laundry and sometimes finds drugs in my pocket

Good thing she ain't find it? behind the? machine
Thankfully she didn't find drugs hidden in the washing machine

Between the devil and God, I don't know who to thank
I can't decide between luck and fate for the things I have

So I just try to get money, I don't care who to bank
I focus on making money, no matter who benefits from it

You oughta be glad I ain't robbin' and stealin'
Be glad that I'm only involved in drugs and not robbery or theft

Cause what I'm dealin', it got the palms of my hands peelin'
The drugs I handle are so harsh that they cause my hands to peel